They met monthly
By the knitters at their desks and tables
Swapping fables, about
Their lives living alone,
How it always seemed slightly cold at home
And telling how good it is
To find a cappuccino haven
Or a boozy den
To talk, flirt, smile
And keep everything at bay for a while.
Time by time,
The venue would be different
‘How did you sleep last night?’
‘The neighbour kept me up, coughing,
And coffee by coffee by coffee,
I got through the day at work
And the thought of him and her
Put me off for another month.’
A month is nature’s most consistent cycle,
It’s when worlds shimmer and progress gets made.
‘Me, I think I’m just sad’,
The other replied.
‘I had to wait the other day and watched TV through someone’s window,
And I dream of authority, the parents of my youth,
Teachers, my reckless soul lost on life’s path.
Once a month, it’s nice to have you at my side’.
They each had a car
Which could take them relatively far,
Anarchy of this kind reigned in the country
Where our projects are ours & we build on what’s broken down.
And their projects were theirs
That’s what created the separation,
Forms the kind of relations,
You get living in the city
Meeting monthly for coffee
Pretending to be civilized
And it’s not that we’re not
But life wasn’t always this planned
And another month has gone –
Downhill for you, uphill for me.